"Thomas? Thoooomaaaasss….."
I yelled as my three-year-old brother peered into the cupboard. "Hey, no fair!"
"Is so!"
"Is not! I heard you ask Mom where I was!"
"She din't tell me!"
"Did! I heard!"
He stopped at this, little face scrunching up as if thinking how to deny it.
"No!" he said at last, looking pleased.
"Yeah, she did," I said, "Now you have to hide."
"Thomas."
I snorted and woke up. Harry peered down at me, a little smile on his face. "I'm going out. Want anything?"
I stared for a moment.
"Nah," I muttered finally. "It's already gone."
